Or at least a "find handset" button like you have on a phone.... You know, a button you press that then signals you where the device is hiding this time.
I lose my camera constantly. And then it shows up in some obscure spot and I get that light-bulb "Oh, yeah!!!" moment of clarity (which are all too few lately).
I blame the puppies.
Really, you can LOSE yourself in puppies. It's totally doable. Just check this out:
And that's son Seth and beautiful daughter-in-law Lacey behind me.
So here's the current batch of puppies...
And look at what six additional weeks brings:
We've been eating emergency rations these past weeks. Frittata. Tuna fish. Grilled something with grilled something else veggie-style. Pasta sauce. Because puppies are work....
And they don't get easier as they get older because they want to chase cats... follow children and construction workers... and eat.
They eat a lot.
Which means... well. I'll let you figure that out, LOL! So while I'll miss having puppies around because of their cuteness factor to the max.... I won't miss the extra morning and evening work!
I'd rather write.
I love making up stories. I love writing them down. I love revising, editing, brain-picking.... I love the blessing of the Holy Spirit on my heart and my words. And as much as I love puppies, I'll breathe easier once they're safely at their new homes. Keeping one puppy safe and sound is a job.
Keeping ten of them that way? The words "great exercise" come to mind, LOL!
I keep saying this is the last litter. I think I mean it. But every now and again the urge comes upon me to take care of babies... That inherent nurturer inside.
We need to do something about that. There must be a way to QUASH the nurturer.
Save me from myself. Make me realize that it's okay to STOP the baby producing madness....
Stinkin' cute. And that's how they SUCK YOU IN.... by being that cute.
Of course the kid's not too bad herself!
Tell me if you're a dog person.... Because despite my best efforts, I am...
A dog person.